Singing in the shower, providing a running commentary whist making breakfast, talking into the mirror, these are things that I don't do, never have and never...oh, shit I did this morning. Well why? I awoke alone didn't I? Didn't get lucky? Taxi for one? Well yes this is true, but something was different this time, I felt alive. They say a lot can happen in 24 hours and it can, except in my case it was 3 hours, more like 30 minutes actually, well to be pedantic about it was 30 seconds, the half a minute in which Sue's leg snaked up my calf like a hungry Anaconda. In that moment I became wanted, sought after material, not the washed up shirt wearing mothball which I feel I am. In that moment I had two women, in one room, both desiring my touch. For me, this is the ordinary man's Hollywood, glamour at its best. There wasn't paparazzi outside my window lets just be clear on that, nor have I received any offers from Hello magazine, but for me I was James Dean, and my Ford Focus? Well that was a Rolls, of course, what else would a Playboy drive? I know I'm being consumed by fantasy and I have often resented my long hours of daydreaming that led to optimism only to be crushed by reality, but I'm learning now that fantasy is a rehearsal for life.
I've decided its my time to learn an instrument, sick of being the wallflower I'm going to be the one plucking the strings, these two women will combine as one to become my fiddle, and I shall play them appropriately. I will need a music lesson though, some advice on life from an eternal womaniser friend of mine, I'll meet Steve later today.
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